"Don't wink. Why would you wink?" Tony spreads his arms and looks behind him as if searching for support. His drab apartment stares back unconsolingly. "Now it's awkward. You made it awkward. Come on. You're like my own...personal...hemorrhoid."

But that is Tony reaching down and grabbing Jack's forearm at least, helping drag him up. What a guy. He never said he was good at this taking care of people business. Especially guys he would gladly see get hit by a bus. But it's a thing. It's a thing that's going on between them. And if there's any God up there Jack's not going to start verbalizing about it.

Especially because now he smells like vomit on top of everything else. "Shower. And those clothes... Same clothes? Because if so we're burning them. Neighbors have some good stuff. We can make a party of it."

Yeah. This is definitely accomplice charges and jail time. God damn it.